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Academic
Poem Published
7th Sep 2019 1:46pm
7th Sep 2019 1:46pm
Frykt, den usynlige kameraten hvis instinktive ondskapsfullhet ikke kjenner noen grenser!
Av Stanley Collymore
Jeg har ingen frykt for noen eller noe; ikke engang døden. Og
inntil jeg trekker mitt siste åndedrag denne stillingen, som
jeg alltid har resolutt opprettholdt, vil uforanderlig for
meg forbli den samme. For hva er egentlig frykt?
Slik jeg ser det, er det snarere improvident antakelse av
hva som kan gjøre skje. Noe som til enhver hensikt
skremt person av mange forskjellige grunner, og
ikke alltid helt overbevisende, ikke vil skje.
Og skulle katastrofen det antatte offeret
er så ganske forstenet av skjer...
Jeg har ingen frykt for noen eller noe; ikke engang døden. Og
inntil jeg trekker mitt siste åndedrag denne stillingen, som
jeg alltid har resolutt opprettholdt, vil uforanderlig for
meg forbli den samme. For hva er egentlig frykt?
Slik jeg ser det, er det snarere improvident antakelse av
hva som kan gjøre skje. Noe som til enhver hensikt
skremt person av mange forskjellige grunner, og
ikke alltid helt overbevisende, ikke vil skje.
Og skulle katastrofen det antatte offeret
er så ganske forstenet av skjer...
#anxiety
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Academic
Poem Published
17th Sep 2019 1:49pm
17th Sep 2019 1:49pm
Rett og slett Gabriella
Av Stanley Collymore
De fleste forsøker obligatorisk å vise dem ordentlig en slags
vanlig høflighet til strengen av kunder som vanligvis på
kurset av arbeidsdagen deres er de rutinemessig servering,
og dette uavhengig av forretningsmiljø der de er enten
hyggelig eller på annen måte personlig involvert
i. Alltid gjør det fra et strengt økonomisk og
selvtillit indusert insentiv eller like likt rett
og slett lei av det merkbart bittesmå og ikke-kreative
sinn en stillestående arrogance av dypt inngrodd
offentlig uinteresse for det...
De fleste forsøker obligatorisk å vise dem ordentlig en slags
vanlig høflighet til strengen av kunder som vanligvis på
kurset av arbeidsdagen deres er de rutinemessig servering,
og dette uavhengig av forretningsmiljø der de er enten
hyggelig eller på annen måte personlig involvert
i. Alltid gjør det fra et strengt økonomisk og
selvtillit indusert insentiv eller like likt rett
og slett lei av det merkbart bittesmå og ikke-kreative
sinn en stillestående arrogance av dypt inngrodd
offentlig uinteresse for det...
#consumerism
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slipalong
Poem Published
17th Sep 2019 10:05pm
17th Sep 2019 10:05pm
Back to the future
88 miles an hour
Flying forward into past
That Delorian classic
Backwards warp
Prevents incest
Flying forward into past
That Delorian classic
Backwards warp
Prevents incest
#TimeHeals
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
30th Apr 2019 6:31am
30th Apr 2019 6:31am
Lakeside 29/30
And the wind soughing in the trees
Catches in their ears, is sent out
In scouting parties of sensation down their spines.
If you say it became language or it was nothing,
Who touched whom?
In what hurtle of starlight?
Poor language, poor theory
Of language. - Robert Hass
I take out the box, it could be any kind-
a shoebox or a treasure chest, or a room-
and currently the lid is closed. I’m not
here to talk about the cat,
if it’s dead or present. Here I am in life,
opening it and what do you know
but a...
Catches in their ears, is sent out
In scouting parties of sensation down their spines.
If you say it became language or it was nothing,
Who touched whom?
In what hurtle of starlight?
Poor language, poor theory
Of language. - Robert Hass
I take out the box, it could be any kind-
a shoebox or a treasure chest, or a room-
and currently the lid is closed. I’m not
here to talk about the cat,
if it’s dead or present. Here I am in life,
opening it and what do you know
but a...
#identity
#NaPoWriMo2019
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
Lakeside 21/30
It is a fact, a small fact. A known one
among our kind. Among the singed.
Among the moths of fringes and in their
fringes is this fact burnt from that what
we misunderstand as the moon in the kitchen.
It is a joyous metaphor of the night-blues.
There we edge drawers of butchers
and carvers. There we prosody
with the mashers and the strainers.
The boiling point and the preservatives,
the thermostat that will sink in a side.
All those are emotions ready at hand
for lamentations of...
among our kind. Among the singed.
Among the moths of fringes and in their
fringes is this fact burnt from that what
we misunderstand as the moon in the kitchen.
It is a joyous metaphor of the night-blues.
There we edge drawers of butchers
and carvers. There we prosody
with the mashers and the strainers.
The boiling point and the preservatives,
the thermostat that will sink in a side.
All those are emotions ready at hand
for lamentations of...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
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poetryaccident
Poem Published
30th Aug 2019 00:31am
30th Aug 2019 00:31am
Garish Should Be
Garish should be the undertone
so say the ones who hold the line
desiring only that mutes explain
the breadth of life beyond the pale
until the souls who dare to dream
demand expression beyond the veil
with vibrancy of color’s swatch
and actions stated to justly shock
these statements exclaimed without regard
for sensibilities in fashion’s realm
instead the giants are thrown down
by admiration of damning jests
extracting praise for substitutes
the flagrant over the sadly tamed
a mystery that gods disdain ...
so say the ones who hold the line
desiring only that mutes explain
the breadth of life beyond the pale
until the souls who dare to dream
demand expression beyond the veil
with vibrancy of color’s swatch
and actions stated to justly shock
these statements exclaimed without regard
for sensibilities in fashion’s realm
instead the giants are thrown down
by admiration of damning jests
extracting praise for substitutes
the flagrant over the sadly tamed
a mystery that gods disdain ...
#beauty
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
11th Apr 2019 8:01am
11th Apr 2019 8:01am
Lakeside 10/30
The windmills fan their faces in cool joy.
Cartwheels walk the sky and feel with toes.
Listen, on the tippy toes are cartwheeling clouds.
Elephants cause earthquakes as they run.
Earthquakes make them run to higher ground.
Like children going out on a limb, higher.
Higher, out on a limb the children drop stones
into their faces, they see themselves as grass small.
They see themselves as grass, small with faces of dew.
Town-criers for the wind, for news of a bough.
...
Cartwheels walk the sky and feel with toes.
Listen, on the tippy toes are cartwheeling clouds.
Elephants cause earthquakes as they run.
Earthquakes make them run to higher ground.
Like children going out on a limb, higher.
Higher, out on a limb the children drop stones
into their faces, they see themselves as grass small.
They see themselves as grass, small with faces of dew.
Town-criers for the wind, for news of a bough.
...
#identity
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2019
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
Lakeside 22/30
We say who we were right then.
Tell me, were you made to uncurl
your proboscis and bend the antennae
down as the television turns into dirty snow.
We disturb each other’s entry-ways
with tell me more, tell me more about the world
outside, I’ve just came from this place,
this cemented state,
something grey and narrow and it wasn’t the sky,
I barely made it out. The subject always
leaves the kitchen lights on with the grace
of a million moons. Somehow, we flew there
without science. Once upon a hot night,
I...
Tell me, were you made to uncurl
your proboscis and bend the antennae
down as the television turns into dirty snow.
We disturb each other’s entry-ways
with tell me more, tell me more about the world
outside, I’ve just came from this place,
this cemented state,
something grey and narrow and it wasn’t the sky,
I barely made it out. The subject always
leaves the kitchen lights on with the grace
of a million moons. Somehow, we flew there
without science. Once upon a hot night,
I...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
11 reads
2 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
29th Aug 2019 11:45am
29th Aug 2019 11:45am
På å konfrontere en tvangsmessig kontrollfreak
Av Stanley Collymore
Vend deg til meg, se meg rett i øynene og sannferdig
fortell meg hva det er som du virkelig vil ha fra
meg, som oppriktig din generelle oppførsel
blir ganske urovekkende og bekymringsfull for meg
og jeg kan rett og slett ikke lage hoder eller haler
av dine uforståelige handlinger, eller til og
med hva det er det du skal gjøre. Og
det er det ikke rasjonell oppførsel
på noen måte, eller noeting
som jeg burde være tvun-
get til å si opp med i
stoisk isolasjon, og Ganske
utvetydig jeg mest Sprek ...
Vend deg til meg, se meg rett i øynene og sannferdig
fortell meg hva det er som du virkelig vil ha fra
meg, som oppriktig din generelle oppførsel
blir ganske urovekkende og bekymringsfull for meg
og jeg kan rett og slett ikke lage hoder eller haler
av dine uforståelige handlinger, eller til og
med hva det er det du skal gjøre. Og
det er det ikke rasjonell oppførsel
på noen måte, eller noeting
som jeg burde være tvun-
get til å si opp med i
stoisk isolasjon, og Ganske
utvetydig jeg mest Sprek ...
#emptiness
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Joshuaberry
Ancestor
Ancestor
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2019 00:20am
2nd Sep 2019 00:20am
Humming Sorrow
Humming Sorrow
(Replaces 'a' with 'q')
Seeping smogged smithereens in mqrrows,
Cqllous pqin hums hymnql sorrow:
Junk jive embroidered with crescendoes,
Rough rhythms in reefs grow
Qs the offshoot red glow.
Eqrs fqr qwqy heqrd
The music crescendoes bled.
Into pity, heqrts moved.
Sixth octqve, notes improved.
Teqrs trqiling trqcks,
Pqin pqsting pqts,
Music melting mqss.
Music fqdes.
Then cqme,
Wqils.
19:08:31:13:55
(Replaces 'a' with 'q')
Seeping smogged smithereens in mqrrows,
Cqllous pqin hums hymnql sorrow:
Junk jive embroidered with crescendoes,
Rough rhythms in reefs grow
Qs the offshoot red glow.
Eqrs fqr qwqy heqrd
The music crescendoes bled.
Into pity, heqrts moved.
Sixth octqve, notes improved.
Teqrs trqiling trqcks,
Pqin pqsting pqts,
Music melting mqss.
Music fqdes.
Then cqme,
Wqils.
19:08:31:13:55
#dark
#heartbroken
#shame
#despair
#disappointment
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oldgolfer
Poem Published
4th Sep 2019 5:06am
4th Sep 2019 5:06am
The Hat With A Band
The hat is where he left it
He is not in the field
or on a stuttering tractor
The years have passed
I still expect a work-rough hand
to flip it over that comb-over
Its poor brim is bent down
He pulled at it in habit -
wore it in rain and sun, and
before he sloshed soapy water
on his face, he hung it at the door
It made a little thump as the rim
hit the frame
We have memories and faded prints
But there is nothing so precious
as feeling the sweat on the band
and the little red feather tucked within
He is not in the field
or on a stuttering tractor
The years have passed
I still expect a work-rough hand
to flip it over that comb-over
Its poor brim is bent down
He pulled at it in habit -
wore it in rain and sun, and
before he sloshed soapy water
on his face, he hung it at the door
It made a little thump as the rim
hit the frame
We have memories and faded prints
But there is nothing so precious
as feeling the sweat on the band
and the little red feather tucked within
#grief
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drone
Poem Published
6th Sep 2019 12:40pm
6th Sep 2019 12:40pm
generation Z
Some times
we wonder
why are we still here
some times
we wonder
what do we need
to hear
within all this chaos
that surrounds
our tears
silently falling
from our unmasked fears
trying with pride
not to hide
In all whats fake
deleting our sorrow
while watching other children's fate
deep within
our own tears of shame
for not completing
what we proudly claim
we wonder
why are we still here
some times
we wonder
what do we need
to hear
within all this chaos
that surrounds
our tears
silently falling
from our unmasked fears
trying with pride
not to hide
In all whats fake
deleting our sorrow
while watching other children's fate
deep within
our own tears of shame
for not completing
what we proudly claim
#LifeStruggles
#honesty
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